Intro: G 
 
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Every mornin at line you'd see him arrive 
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He stood five-foot-six about one-eighty-five 
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About as broad at the shoulder as he was at the hip 
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Everybody knew he didn't give a shit, sky king 
 
Now some say Sky was born in New Orleans 

Where he built hisself a rotor on a sewing machine 

Cut his teeth on a collective pitch 

Old Sky was a low flyin son of a bitch, sky king 


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Sky King 
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Sky King 
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Short fat sky  
 
And then came a day at Stage Field Nine 

When his engine failed and men started cryin 

And sirens screamed and hearts beat fast 

And everybody thought he'd breathed his last, 'cept Sky 
 
Well he pushed that collective on down through the floor 

But the damn rotorblade wouldn't turn anymore 

So his butt puckered up and with a frightening sound 

He just sucked that old chopper up off of the ground, Sky King 
 

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The ship wasn't hurt but it took half the class 
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To get the seat cover out of Sky King's ass, Sky King 
 
CHORUS 
 

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Well they never reopened that landing strip 
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They just put a marble stand on top of it 
     D                                  D (let ring) 
And these few words are written on that thing 
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Ain't a butt that can pucker like old Sky King's